Personal Narrative-Class Conflict Resolution

After my father died, mom and I moved in with a guy named John. Who later had my brother Tyler with my mom. He had a son named William who is also my second cousin because my mom is related to John’s first wife. We called him J.J. I’m not going too far into this, just filling in some spaces. During my 8 years in this house I was abused in a number of ways, considered a second class child, and as well as having a bad father figure, I seemed to have no mother. She was never there until the day we moved out. She let them tell her she couldn’t raise her own child. She didn’t stand up to them when I needed her. In my head she is as much to blame as them. She did drugs and drinking for a while. I just don’t like her all too much. She finally started …show more content…
Which I think might benefit us in the future. A class where we basically sat in our square-circle and honestly stated our problems and opinions. Then we tried to resolve them one by one for 45 minutes. Sometimes we used the class to build trust and connections instead. It really depended on the rain or the sun. We would go outside and play a couple games if it was nice out. Moving on, besides Conflict Res. we had the four main courses. Throughout that year we did so much stuff it was insanity. We build a boat with Compass Project, we went rowing with our boat out to an island and explored an old war fort in Portland, we went to Village Elementary School and helped 1st graders in class, and we took a few hiking trips. I know there has to be more I just can’t remember it all. I think we should work with Compass Project sometime this year and build our own boat. In this program together I gained 10 hours of community serves and with the hours I obtained from Big Brothers Big Sisters I got my 20 hours. I don’t know if that still counts or if I need more than that I’d love to know so I can stop worrying about …show more content…
I spent time in the Civil Rights Team and it was a lot of fun. It took me a year to start making friends until I joined this group. Although I felt a bit outcasted since of course I wasn’t allowed to be involved with everything they were doing outside the group. I did enjoy the distance and I didn’t really want to know what was going on. I spent some time in Spring Harbor for trying to kill myself. I told Mrs. Murley another story though but ultimately both would have gotten me in there anyway. I made friends in there too even though they say you can’t have friends in there. This whole situation caused me a lot of grief once I got home. Family meetings inside the mental hospital went badly as well and often resulted in me crying for a while. I don’t exactly cry where I know anyone can see me so it was very difficult, I feel like it’s a sign of weakness. Once I finally got home, I had learned my computer had a new ‘master’. My Grandfather who isn’t even related by blood had taken it and made himself the master of my computer. I had one hour a day before the laptop would shut off on me. I had lost my iPhone and all communication with my online friends for an even longer amount of time. I really thought it was bullshit? Why punish someone more than they already had been for trying to kill themselves. Wouldn’t you try to make them happy? Or maybe I am just a little